Let me explain, it's not what you think.

On the way back, everyone was still discussing Wang Feng's situation and felt very sorry for him.

However, both Lu Chen and Yu Ning seemed somewhat distracted.

Similarly, Zhuang Jingbai looked at Lin Tian with some guilt, because Jiang Huaiyu was at least a victim, while she... was the perpetrator!

And during those three days, she didn't turn on her protective gear, just in case...

Impossible! She's at the Golden Core stage, while Lu Chen is at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment. If she could get pregnant in just three days, then the inheritance of offspring in the cultivation world would be a joke!

And so, each person parted ways with their own thoughts, and then went home.

However, as soon as Lu Chen arrived home, he found a beautiful figure standing in his cave.

Under the moonlight, the woman, dressed in a simple white dress, possessed a slender figure, like a fairy under the moon. Her dark hair cascaded down to her waist, loosely held up with only a jade hairpin, exuding a languid beauty.

She seemed to hear a noise and slowly turned around.

The moment Lu Chen saw that face clearly, his breath caught in his throat.

It was a face of serene aloofness, with eyebrows like distant, dark mountains and eyes like rippling autumn waters. Her skin was as white as snow, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

But those beautiful eyes were now filled with weariness and sorrow, with faint red veins in the depths, clearly indicating that she had been crying for a long time.

It was Jiang Huaiyu.

She was already exceptionally beautiful, a recognized fairy-like figure in the Xuantian Sect. Now, with a somewhat haggard appearance, she seemed even more pitiful, evoking feelings of tenderness in everyone.

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and bowed respectfully, "Senior Sister Huaiyu? It's so late, why are you here..."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Lu Chen," Jiang Huaiyu said softly.

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to invite her to sit down: "Senior sister, please sit down. Let me pour you some tea."

He turned to get the teapot, but his hand trembled slightly.

Jiang Huaiyu did not sit down, but stood still, her gaze fixed on him.

That gaze was so focused that it sent chills down Lu Chen's spine.

"Lu Chen," she said softly.

Lu Chen tightened his grip on the teacup.

"Senior sister, please speak frankly. I can talk to Senior Brother Wang Feng..."

Jiang Huaiyu looked at him: "Why are you looking for Wang Feng? You're the person that the Hehuan demoness was talking about, right? You still dare to look for him?"

"Snapped!"

The teacup slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.

"Senior Sister Huaiyu, what are you talking about? What did that Hehuan demoness say? I don't understand."

He must deny it.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

That gaze was so clear, so clear that it made Lu Chen feel uneasy.

"Senior sister, I know you've been in a bad mood lately, and we're all very saddened by what happened to Senior Brother Wang. But you can't make baseless accusations because of that!" Lu Chen tried to calm himself down.

"You say I'm that person, where's the evidence? You need to have evidence and conscience when you do things! (Kai Wushuang's face)"

Jiang Huaiyu finally moved.

She moved gracefully and sat down at the table, her movements elegant and poised.

"Evidence?" She looked up at Lu Chen, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You want evidence? Then I'll give it to you."

"First." Jiang Huaiyu extended her slender finger and raised one finger.

"The person that demoness was talking about was someone who defected from the Hehuan Sect. You, Lu Chen, suddenly appeared at the foot of the Xuantian Sect six years ago and were taken in as a disciple by Uncle Hu Wei. Before that, your background was the same."

"Senior sister, you're being unreasonable. Lots of people from the Joyful Union Sect fled back then, how could you possibly wrongly accuse me of being one of them?"

"Second." Jiang Huaiyu held up her second finger.

"Multiple spiritual roots. That demoness said that person possessed multiple spiritual roots, so most of his offspring were also quite talented. And you, Lu Chen, have five spiritual roots, which perfectly match."

(To explain, the difference between multiple spiritual roots and a single spiritual root is the speed of cultivation. There is no such thing as spiritual root aptitude; there are only innate talent, comprehension, and special physique.)

Upon hearing this, cold sweat began to bead on Lu Chen's forehead.

"Third." Jiang Huaiyu held up her third finger, staring straight at him.

"And most importantly, your entry."

Lu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

"You probably don't know," Jiang Huaiyu said softly.

"My father spent some time in the sect's archives and saw your file. There's a special entry in your file."

She paused, then slowly uttered four words:

"A single, decisive blow."

Lu Chen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Everyone has an entry, but it's also everyone's secret. Basically, no one has the right to ask about it. It's only when someone joins a sect that the sect records and seals it away.

Of course, the same applies to becoming an apprentice. The disciple will tell the master their own aptitude, but Hu Wei is a good teacher and doesn't let Lu Chen say it out loud.

Jiang Huaiyu looked at Lu Chen, whose face was pale, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"You should know better than I what those four words mean. Almost every woman who has had contact with that person becomes pregnant. The probability is so high that it defies the common sense of the cultivation world."

Lu Chen's lips were dry. He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything at all.

"After learning the truth, I did a lot of research."

"I discovered that person's characteristics are almost identical to yours. The age matches, the spiritual root matches, the vocabulary matches, and more importantly..."

She stood up and walked towards Lu Chen.

"From what I've observed these past few days, our daughter looks a lot like you."

Lu Chen took a step back and bumped into the table behind him.

"Senior sister, these are all just guesses..."

"You don't need to deny it so quickly." Jiang Huaiyu stopped in front of him and looked up at him.

The two were very close, so close that Lu Chen could see the tear stains on her eyelashes and smell the faint orchid fragrance on her body.

"I came to you not to question you or to investigate anything." Her voice finally trembled slightly.

"For three years, my heart has been in constant torment. All I want is... for my daughter to have a biological father!"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, and at the deep longing in her eyes, Lu Chen felt all the words of denial stuck in his throat.

"Senior sister...I..."

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Jiang Huaiyu closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"You don't know..." she murmured repeatedly, then suddenly laughed, a laugh that was more painful than crying.

"Of course you don't know. You know nothing, yet what you left behind has destroyed everything I have."

Lu Chen felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

He wanted to say sorry, but those three words were too light, too light to utter.

Because of his senior brother Wang Feng, who had also been incredibly kind to him!